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Summary; Out on the road a gravely injured Weeping Monk reflects on the events of the past day after betraying the church, defeating the Trinity Guard, and fleeing with a young Fey boy and unconscious Green Knight...
TWs; Major character injury, pain, religious guilt, battle, internal injury, broken bones
Wordcount; 3,902
POV; Lancelot - The Weeping Monk
A gust of wind brought with it the promise of change.
Rising up across open moorlands the breeze carried scents of a season quickly turning, a cold Autumn drawing in as Summer began to rescind her fierce control of the land. She had not yet bowed to the golden leaves and crisp mornings that warned the land of Winter on its way, and so the air was mild and pleasant, quiet and calm. This peace was gradually interrupted by the slow and rhythmic clattering of hooves as two weary horses emerged from the swell of a hill to the west. They wandered steadily along the lonely gravel path that split the vast moors in two.
The leading horse was a large, muscular Stallion; He was black of coat and tall for his Courser breed- a good 15 hands- lightly armoured, with dark leather blinders intricately decorated and a matching worn saddle and blanket. On his back rode a disheveled, heavily bloodied rider, dressed all in black with a young boy at his lap. Both were quiet, as if afraid to further disrupt the tranquility of this late morning than their mere presence here did already.
The pair looked for all the world like they had been pulled through one of the heathland's colourful hedges of gorse and bramble five times backwards.
The young boy was bleary-eyed with a scrape and a bruise and a lightly blooded nose, his lip was split and puffy, and one of his eyes was bruising. The Rider, on the other hand... had they indeed been dragged through the hedges then his had definitely fought back, and with a great many thorns too by the looks of it.
Dried blood stained his face, bruising painted purple what visible skin wasn't just a little too pale to be considered healthy. His left arm was clamped to his side in some futile effort to stem bleeding, a widening stain of crimson steadily darkening the fabric of his battered black suede surcoat. His body seemed curled around this injury though it was far from the only one he had, and he used an evidently practiced effort to keep his oddly crimson-Ash-marked face stoic. The emotionless mask slipped all the same with a pained grimace at every other jolt of the Stallion's hooves.
From a lead rope tied over the Stallion's neck was secured the second horse. She was relatively young, though full grown, and like the Stallion, a Courser. A diminutive thing in comparison to him, though an arguably more reasonable example of her breed, she stood at around 13 hands with a lithe build. Her Chestnut coat shone with a healthy luster, that is, what parts of her that weren't stained dark with mud from the path and far too much blood that was not her own. She snorted irritably, tossing her long copper-brown mane at the joining rope that clipped to her simple bitless halter.
A plain saddle matched the worn brown leather of the straps, sat upon a red blanket that may or may not have been another colour before it was bled on profusely. Unlike the black Stallion she had no saddlebags, instead, she carried a far more precious cargo; for draped across her back was a Fey man. He was unconscious, beaten and broken, covered in another blanket which too was stained with blood, and he had been hog-tied to the saddle with rope. The Stallion's Rider cast a careful look over the limp body dangling over the saddle for at least the 50th time this hour alone. He silently noted the faint but sure rise and fall of The Green Knight's chest, allowing a rush of relief to tug at the edges of his mouth.
Still alive, then. Good. The Weeping Monk thought to himself, though his mind was hazy and sluggish from the pain of his many injuries. Again, he scanned a careful eye back over the path ahead as he had done repeatedly now, anxious to ensure there was no danger, feeling exposed here out on the path but without knowledge enough of these moors to risk straying from the road. What offered them steady travel also brought the risk of being caught, he knew. Yet after another several minutes of suspiciously glaring hedges into submission there was nothing of note but the rolling moorlands stretching wide across the horizon, and the only scents he could catch on the breeze were cool air and the unmistakable tang of his own blood.
The latter he probably shouldn’t have drawn attention to. Now that he had it seemed overwhelming, this thick coppery stench that began to combine with sweat and horse and God only knew what else to send his empty stomach roiling in complaint.
He coughed involuntarily, nearly retching at the smell. Immediately he regretted the movement as a sharp, stabbing sensation grated through his side with enough strength to blacken his vision momentarily and force him to hold his breath lest he scream. Bloody knuckles whitened around his horse's reins, gripping the leather like a drowning man clinging to driftwood floating at sea, and The Weeping Monk was all but overcome with the powerful resurgence of this all-encompassing, mind-numbing pain...
God help me…
It became inordinately difficult to even think as this blanket of fog descended on him. His body burned and ached, and though it had done so for hours this sharp pain caught him so off guard that it was all he could do not to voice the agony surging through him aloud, not a single wretched part of him spared its suffocating grasp. He couldn't mask the silent, pained snarl that twisted his expression as his Stallion once more jarred him on the uneven ground just as he began to regain his composure.
Silently, he took a shaky breath to calm himself.
Breathe. You're fine.
He almost wanted to laugh at the thought; Fine was surely a generous statement. Without having even checked yet, he guessed that he had at the very least several broken bones, a myriad of lacerations, more bruises than he could count, and there were several other places that just. Fucking. Ached. It made every stride a hellish torment regardless of if his trusty horse was surefooted or not.
You have endured worse than this before.
Indeed, The Weeping Monk knew well that he could tolerate this sort of treatment from far too much past experience in enduring terrible suffering. This particular example still tiptoed further and further over his resilience with an increasing severity as the hours slipped by.
And in truth, they had been riding for hours. The Monk had admittedly been barely conscious for much of the night during the ride, having been dragged awake by the Fey boy in front of him only when he nearly fell from his horse, which had been at least seven times too many, and those were only the instances that he could remember. (If you'd asked the boy he would have informed you that it was more like fifteen. At least.)
They'd stopped once just before dawn, otherwise having ridden constantly throughout the night and morning since fleeing The King's encampment until now. It had been only a momentary pause when they had stopped, he reflected, and a brief and unfulfilling respite at that.
The Weeping Monk probably would not have chosen to stop, himself, a stubborn determination that continued lending him the strength to carry on far beyond what he should have. Nay, it was the boy who had been the one to demand a rest so he could relieve himself, with a rather barbed threat to do so where he sat if The Weeping Monk refused. The Monk had reluctantly agreed, having very little desire to deal with either that particularly unappealing scenario, or the joys of a complaining child in general, for that matter…
When The Weeping Monk had gone to relieve himself in turn, his waters had been stained dark with blood and he had nearly collapsed from the stabbings of utterly crippling pain and nausea that had twisted brutally like a knife in his abdomen. He'd spent a good few minutes on his hands and knees, brow slicked with sweat, trying in near pathetic desperation not to vomit. It had taken him an inordinate amount of effort for him to regain his composure, energy he knew he really couldn't afford to spare, but he had in the end managed to succeed in not emptying his stomach of what little would even be left in it. He was quite acutely aware the action alone would have made him scream. Thankfully enough the Boy had given him privacy and had been busy sorting the horses a little ways out so hadn't noticed, and, if he had then seen the Monk's discomfort when he returned then he hadn't voiced it aloud. In fact, he hadn't said anything at all. The Monk had been equally silent in his gratefulness of it.
As he'd proceeded to check on the Knight, the Boy had watched him like a hawk with an aggressively suspicious look pinching his small features, but again made no comment.
They had been quick to return to the road afterwards.
The thought that the Boy was probably only so quiet from sheer exhaustion had stuck in his mind winding round and round like a nagging worm in his skull after this morning's stop, and so, despite his own fatigue and a fierce need to rest the Monk had encouraged the shattered Boy to do just that, taking over the reins in full without complaint. It had taken more willpower and focus than he liked to ignore every agony that flared within his body, keeping himself as awake and alert as he possibly could.
The Boy, meanwhile, had accepted with an almost dazed nod of his head. He had fallen asleep quickly, still without a word, and once asleep he'd snuggled into the Weeping Monk's side and clung to his surcoat like a limpet to a hull. It was both endearing and excruciating to him as the child unconsciously aggravated still bleeding wounds and broken bones, yet the Monk hadn't known how to react but to wordlessly allow it to happen.
Even now, reflecting on the memory as he was, his heart thrummed with a warm and soothing sensation The Weeping Monk just couldn't place.
The Monk had felt oddly compelled to wrap the Boy in his grey woolen cloak to keep him warm and when he'd still felt the child shiver in the cold dawn, he'd cradled him protectively in his right arm.
Never before had the feared Weeping Monk known a touch like this. It was one of comfort and trust and closeness, and so if he breathed through it and focused on the warmth of the child nestled against him, then the pain was just about bearable... Just. As time went on, though, breathing had become difficult. The pain had in fact been so severe, that with every breath he had taken, he'd begun to wheeze painfully.
When the Boy had woken he had anxiously muttered a few choice swear words and moved away as much as the limited saddle space would allow. He hadn't seemed to notice the blood that had stained into his clothing from leaning against the Monk's injured side, and the Monk, for his part, was momentarily relieved he could breathe a little easier. Strangely enough came the near immediate realisation that his touch-starved body seemed to mourn the loss of contact...
The Weeping Monk shook his head, trying to distract himself from this idea. No longer lost in his thoughts, the pain stabbing through him offered itself immediately for the role and it took great effort to keep it at bay. He could feel how his body shook with fatigue as this torment took its toll.
As if echoing the sentiment, the Boy yawned loudly in front of him. It had been an hour or so since the Boy had awoken--
--The Boy? Quite suddenly came the realisation that he had no idea what the child was even called. Or the Green Knight, for that matter. He knew he'd heard at least one of their actual names spoken before, in fact he was certain he should know the Knight's for sure, but what... what were they...?
A snippet of remembrance, yes, the young Fey warriors he'd used the Boy to bait back in the Iron Wood had called him something...
Josse? No... that was the one he'd killed. It began with an S... Seth? No... Serrel? Sorrel? For the life of him he couldn't remember what either one of these irritatingly elusive names actually was.
Why is it so fucking difficult to think?
"What was your name, Boy?" The Monk asked, daring to break the silence to speak his question. His low voice was hoarse and cracked, immediately betraying his poor condition aloud.
"Squirrel." Came the quick response. The Boy's voice was sullen but level and clear. He had thankfully escaped the sort of damage that had the Knight unconscious and himself suffering. The Monk paused at the answer, smiling lightly. He'd been close with Sorrel then, but just like his own monikers- The Weeping Monk, The One Who Cries, The Grey Warrior, Ashman - he recognised the false name.
"A Squirrel is an animal..." The Monk stated, pausing to take a breath, already, the speaking alone was draining him and he had to gather strength to continue "...What is the name you were given?"
"I don't like that name," Squirrel said, looking away almost petulantly. The Weeping Monk pondered this for a second. His brain was sluggish and slow, pain again dominating the majority of his thoughts, and Lord, it was difficult to even focus on what the Boy had said.
"Well... It's still your name..." He felt himself respond, leaving his words hanging in the air like an unspoken question though he didn't directly ask again. The agony lancing through him was swiftly sapping him of what little he had left.
"Fine..." Squirrel huffed, pulling a face. Even from behind the Monk noticed it. "...It's Percival."
"Percival..." The Monk echoed in a breath, allowing himself another smile. He may not like it, but it is a good name, he thought to himself. A good name, for a courageous young Fey.
"Do you… have a real name?" Squirrel asked, and The Weeping Monk took an anticipatory breath. He ignored the sharp stab of pain, the sensation in his injured side like he was actively being attacked again. He probably should have anticipated that question. Or perhaps he'd asked the Boy's name on purpose, subconsciously wanting the Boy to ask after his, he wasn't fully sure...
Unbidden, memories of his childhood- before the slaughter- came to him. He could not truly remember the face of his mother anymore, nor could he remember her voice, but he could remember his name and knew well enough that it was she who had given it to him. It was a name he sometimes whispered aloud when he was alone at night, a name that didn't feel like his own and hadn't for years, yet he still held onto like a secret, prized possession. A name he knew he must reclaim, for no matter what happened next, The Weeping Monk could surely not endure.
"Lancelot..." He finally said, inhaling again to gather his waning strength in the face of this quiet admission. "...A long time ago, my name was Lancelot."
A disconcerting feeling enveloped him when he spoke the name aloud, the oddest sense of... relief, perhaps? that mingled with a prickling unease. Yet at the same time, nothing had changed, nothing at all. All he truly knew was that it somehow felt...
Yes. It felt right to return to this name now.
The Boy, Squirrel, regarded him for a moment. He gave the slightest nod to acknowledge The Weeping Monk's "new" name, before he turned away without another word and studied the Knight and the horizon before them. Whatever Lancelot had been expecting in terms of a reaction he wasn't entirely sure that was it. Better than a worse reaction, he supposed, raising his eyebrows in his own silent acknowledgement.
And so they were quiet once more, both lost in the private solaces of their own minds. In truth Lancelot was too bone-weary to strike up any further conversation right now- not that he was particularly prone to that anyway.
It still took him far longer than he thought it should have to recognise that Squirrel was still being uncharacteristically quiet. It was quite unlike the last journey the pair had taken together in which Lancelot was fairly certain the child hadn't stopped talking for even five solid minutes. He remembered that he'd used Squirrel's utter inability to fucking Shut Up to his advantage by patrolling the boy through the forest, Squirrel playing his unwitting part as bait extraordinarily well. The barest hint of a smile edged the pained grimace upon his face as he recalled the boy spending an inordinate amount of the time talking on insulting him. Pretty damned inventively too, the Monk had to admit...
Ex-Monk now, he supposed. His tonsure seemed to prickle in response, and God, not for the first time he had an almost overwhelming desire to carve it from his head. Not that he physically could, he knew well enough that it was too deeply branded.
Pity...
Before his mind could wander down the specific circumstances of his unconsentual branding or the all too appealing idea of harming himself, he focused on the scents on the wind, on the scenery around them, on the pain of his injuries and keeping them navigated the right way. His Stallion, Goliath, would lead them well without his interference, but Goliath didn't quite have his ability to scent enemies or allies.
Not that you know which is which anymore... Lancelot shook his head against the thought. He didn't particularly want to face the reality of that situation either just yet.
Finding his pain still too overpowering when he focused on it, he distanced his body from his mind as best he could and forced himself to reflect on the events of the past day that had led them here instead.
Percival, Squirrel, whatever he wished to be called, had been uncharacteristically quiet back then, too, as The Weeping Monk had marched them both through Father's Carden's encampment. As they'd approached the horses the child had broken the uneasy silence to protest.
"No! Where are you taking me!"
Squirrel had begun struggling, standing so firm his small feet carved furrows into the ground against the Monk's firm grip; the latter had restored to dragging them both towards their freedom like cuffing a young animal.
"No! We have to go back! The Green Knight! We must save him!"
The Weeping Monk had found himself halting at the mention of the Green Knight. His mind flooded with the memory of those kind, empathetic eyes, of that fucking look the Knight had given him, a look that had been haunting him like a tenacious ghost since their… enlightening conversation in the torture tent…
"Where did they take him," The Monk remembered replying.
No, what are you doing? Flee, now, or they'll catch you!
He remembered too the voices in his mind, yet The Monk had ignored his internal warring then, just as he ignored it now.
"To Nimue! We have to-"
"...Nimue?"
"The Fey Queen!"
"The Wolf Blood Witch..."
He'd spoken it as barely a whisper, yet still Squirrel had pulled an indignant face at his use of her moniker.
For some Godforsaken reason that he could not explain, he'd found himself saying yes...
He'd tracked the Green Knight's bloodied scent all the way from the Red Paladin encampment to a lone tent in King Uther's, sneaking past the majority of soldiers, finding the way suspiciously clear and a rising tension that crackled through the air like thunder…
When he entered the tent he'd immediately been struck with a second familiar scent, that of the Fey girl who had evaded him for so long... The Wolf Blood Witch. This scent was young and mingled with Brothers he recognised, she'd clearly only left within the last few minutes, dragged out against her will by Red Paladins from the look of the scuff-marks on the floor. But his attention was pulled quickly from the innate desire to follow those tracks by the shape of a body, encased with living, writhing vines.
Blessed Mother Mary... What sorcery was this?
"Green Knight...?" The child had asked, small voice trembling with fear.
The Weeping Monk had knelt at the side of this strange cocoon. This was the Witch's doing, of that he had no doubt, but beneath the stench of magic he could indeed smell The Green Knight. The Monk had pulled a hand through the vines, a warm, soothing sensation dancing across his skin as he had, and unbidden against his will his skin had reacted, swirling with the colours of these vines whilst he revealed the man lying beneath. Squirrel hadn't noticed, too intent on pawing over the Knight, who's broad chest lay still. Too still.
Leaning back on his haunches, The Weeping Monk hid his hands in his lap and waited silently without much hope for the man to breathe. He would allow the boy a short moment to grieve before fleeing this place.
"Wake up, Sir! Please, please wake up..."
And just as The Monk moved to step forwards and drag the boy from his fallen leader, The Green Knight’s emerald eyes had flown open as he gasped a breath...
A pain as sharp as a stab from a blade cut through these ruminations, throwing his shattered body, mind, soul down down down into the darkest depths of these recent memories.
...Blows rained down upon The Weeping Monk, adrenaline seeping from him as crimson splattered across the floor and he was driven to his knees. Golden death-masks leered in his face, a strike to the side of his head sent the whole world spinning and he lurched from it, gasping, before a second strike to his jaw snapped his head back painfully. He felt rather than saw his own blood spray forth, warm and wet where it oozed down his face and neck as he sunk limply to the floor, this broken toy that coughed and wheezed from the agony in his side and back, spitting out the hot blood that collected in his mouth before he choked...
...The rest of the battle faded into a haze of pain, the moment that he waited to die... The moment he forced his broken body upright, to save the Boy who had shown him why he must carry on... The moment he raised his sword to a cowed Abbot Wicklow- a deadly promise that he intended to keep...
The moorlands before him loomed into his darkening vision. Horizons turned into battlegrounds, the terrible clash of war painted the skies and fields around them in rivers of crimson, the stench of blood flooded Lancelot's senses. He watched Goliath's hooves splash into these waves steadily rising, felt them lapping at his feet, thighs, chest, he breathed it into his lungs, drowning now, choking, helpless to do a thing but watch this vision fading to an engulfing sea of red...
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Chapter 1 done! Thanks for reading, let me know if you enjoyed this :) Chapter 2 coming soon, I won't be updating incredibly regularly but I am on the final edits for Chapter's 1-4. Edit; Chapter 4 deleted itself and my life went mental but I promise these are in progress!
I will link to Chapter 2 here when it is posted, but for now, here's a [sneak peek]!
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HTB - CHAPTER TWO
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
<< Chapter 1 -- Chapter 3 >>
Same posting schedule as last chapter: every other week on a Friday.
Chapter Progress Dates Thumbnailed: Dec 2023 (revised May 2024) Lineart/inks: May-Jun 2024 Colour: finished Nov 2024
This chapter is dedicated to my late Grandma. She was one of the biggest supporters of my art as a child and the supplier of many sketchbooks. In her last months she asked, nearly every day, about how the story I was working on was coming along. I never had the heart to tell her it was a silly TMNT fan comic, but her encouragement meant so much to me.
A big thank you to my patrons for their support over these past few months while I struggled and still struggle to get back on my feet. Another thank you to them for helping me choose which sketch to use for the cover of this chapter <3 You guys are very cool!
Anyway, I appreciate all the kindness during the long wait between chapters, I am excited to share more of this comic with you soon!
#comic cover#HTB-TMNT#HTB-TMNT Chapter 2#technically the colour isn't done yet. but fuck it wii bowl#I forgot the fandom tags!!!#tmnt#rottmnt
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don't worry, mark! you will eventually get a dog.. after some more pain! but oh well
#tmc#the mandela catalogue#hail true body au#mark heathcliff#htb mark#htb six#I AM NOT OKAY#this chapter was just.. oh my god#my poor poor baby..#go get his dad six!!!!#I hope he suffers.... mark deserves some happiness <3#would be a shame if his mom also died eh?#my art
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"No longer content to just bare his teeth anymore, he let himself become a part of that metallic hissing the shadows purred with. Tuning back inwards to be reminded of those months lurking as a shadow on the walls, behind the flickering of screens and the receiver of the landline in the kitchen." I'm not super happy with how this came out, but I wanted BADLY to draw some fanart of @mustangsart 's mandela catalogue au. I'm pretty new to painting so ima keep practicing haha HTB au my beloathed and beloved /lh
#hail true body au#mandela catalogue#hail true body#htb#READING CHAPTER 6 BROKE ME#AUAAAJAUAGAHAHAUgh my BOY#can't wait to see what gut wrenching angst will be cooked up next >:(
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Hi! Curious if there's an update schedule for HTB yet. It's really well done, so I won't be surprised if it's a long time, but I need to know.
Hello! I do have a posting schedule for Chapter 1!
Cover, part 1, and part 2 (already posted)
Part 3 will be released on May 10th
Part 4 on May 24th
As for the rest of the chapters... ╮(゚~゚;)╭ I worked on Chapter 1 as much as I could in my free time and it took roughly 3 months.
Chapter 2 is currently in the sketch phase and I won't know the posting schedule until I'm done inking (inking takes the longest). What I do know is that it's 22 pages and will be broken into 5 parts.
I have the story fully plotted out and chapters 3&4 are also fully roughly thumbnailed. It is definitely going to be the slow updating kind of comic.
#patience will be required for this series#HTB-TMNT#asks#i just want to get to chapter 4#chapter 4 beloved
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LOOK, IT'S ONE OF YOUR SIBLINGS!
(Watch me prank an eldritch abomination)
You are lying. I cannot sense anything there.
#hail true body#htb#roleplay#roleplay blog#rp#rp blog#ask#ask blog#(ooc: by “sense” it is literally like hearing and seeing. but like senses you can get distracted and not notice things#hence a scene in chapter 3).
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Call back to these things our mimic!cesar fictive made
#corvidae says things#hail true body#htb fictive#he may not be all that similar to his source- but fucking christ can he not cook for shit and that will forever hold true#love césar to death but if i see him in the kitchen again we’re recreating mimicry chapter 6#system things
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MARK RUN THE HORRORS ARE COMING FOR YOOOUUUU
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My fav sns smut
or some of it anyway
If Naruto x Sasuke fking nasty is your ☕️
I tried to find all these beloved authors to tag them, but I couldn’t find them all, if you know who they are, plz tag them! Let’s share the ❤️
In no particular order
Healing the Broken by KizuKatana
When people tell me about smut they read in printed books I’m like
Because it’s fics like these that amaze me with their ingenuity, creativity, originality, and boldness 🔥🔥🔥
AKA
This fic isn’t just PWP (although that’s fine too in my book), it’s so well written with character development, action & romance ❤️🔥 Predators by the same author is also excellent 👌🏽
Thx u @kizukatana 😊
“Chapters: 23/23
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto
Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke
Additional Tags: Angst, SPOILERS MANGA CHAPTER 693, Drug Use, sex during drug use, Canon-Typical Violence, canon!sasuke, canon!naruto, Addiction, Slash, narusasunaru, Fix-It, my version of how it should have ended, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, NSFW, Smut
Series: Part 1 of HTB universe
Summary: The war is over, and Sasuke is brought back to the village after his defeat by Naruto. But he is struggling to re-assimilate into the village. As his mental stability continues to erode, Tsunade and Kakashi ask Naruto to try a different treatment method. Naruto x Sasuke (slash - boy x boy). Post manga chapter 693.
Warning: Hard Yaoi (Boy x Boy) language, angst, mental illness, substance abuse, masturbation, eventual sex. Not appropriate for young readers. 18+
Disclaimer - As with everything I write on this site, I don't own the characters (Kishimoto does), and I make no money. My only payment is in reviews.
Spanish Translation by Linme (thank you!) “
[doujinshi] My Lost Himawari by SouthNorthSound
Me, to the artist (and English translator) of this visually stunning and well written doujinshi -
Seriously. It’s amazing. The visual metaphors. The angst. The way the artist can simply draw a single panel of a close-up Uchiha eye that is so outrageously sultry and sexy I don’t understand 🥵 one of the extra chapters unlocked something in me (the dream one). Bonus that it’s also really funny & has a lot of respect/empathy for its women characters too! If anyone knows who this artist plz let me know I would like to follow them until the end of the world ❤️ the ending healed me 💔
EDIT HOLY S*** GUYS I FOUND THE TRANSLATOR & ARTIST ON TUMBLR
Thx u @southnorthsound 😭❤️🫡🙇🏻♀️
Thx u @gigihorseinthehouse 😭 I love you I low key think you’re a genius ok sorry bye 👉🏽👈🏽
"https://archiveofourown.org/works/36581581
[doujinshi] My Lost Himawari by SouthNorthSound
Chapters: 60/60
Fandom: Naruto, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura, Hyuuga Hinata, Uchiha Sarada, Uzumaki Boruto, Uzumaki Himawari, Hatake Kakashi, Nara Shikamaru, Temari (Naruto), Nara Shikadai, Akimichi Chouchou, Gaara (Naruto)
Additional Tags: Fanart, Fan Comics, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, SasuNaru - Freeform, NaruSasu - Freeform, Translation, Doujinshi, Fix-It, how it should have ended, Angst, If you don’t understand how they ended up like that in Boruto READ THIS, Poetic, comedic, Loyal to canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, NSFW Art, Sex
Summary: A love story consists of different perspectives and different memories. It’s about saudade / realization / entanglement / out of control / hope / restart
Chapter700 background
Warning: adult content in extra chapters
Fan comics, doujinshi. It's highly recommended to read it on big screens such as iPad or PC. So you can see details about their facial expressions
One of the best Naruto fanart I’ve ever seen. So I translated it ❤”
Inevitablity by Sanauria_Maldhun
If the answer is
A) Yes
B) Kinda
C) Mind your own business rando internet pervert
Congrats all answers are correct = GO READ IT PLZ
Possessive & desperate 🥵 super gay, delicious angst, really hot 🔥 very enjoyable - fun tropes, everything hits just right, utter perfection ❤️ I’m not saying a lot because I don’t want to give away spoilers 😍
I couldn’t find this author on tumblr, plz tag in the comments if you know who they are!
“Chapters: 4/4
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura/Yamanaka Ino
Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Yamanaka Ino, Haruno Sakura
Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, (between Ino and Naruto), Mutual Pining, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Banter, Domesticity, Pining, Naruto is so in love, and doesn't know how to handle his Feelings, Jealousy, Jealous Sasuke, Jealous Sakura, Post-Chapter 699 (Naruto), Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Bottom Uzumaki Naruto, Top Uchiha Sasuke
Summary: Naruto's stressed and pining after a man who views him only as a friend. Deciding to get married to Ino isn't the best decision he's made (ever), given that they had been absolutely drunk while making such a declaration, but it's... a decision. Besides, what does he have to lose?”
You’ve gotten into my bloodstream (a bite of his heart) by lovenmaze
Nom nom nom 😉 kidding! Not literal cannibalism, it’s a metaphor for love, and this fic is beautiful 😍 poetic & sexy. One shot. Love how Naruto talks to Sasuke in this one (and makes him talk, too, hehe…) 🥵 delicious, please go tuck into this feast ❤️ author made an excellent fic playlist too!
Thx u @lovenmaze 😊
“https://archiveofourown.org/works/56430019
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Not Rated
Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto
Additional Tags: Cannibalistic Thoughts, Cannibalism imagery, First Time, Top Uzumaki Naruto, Bottom Uchiha Sasuke, Tender Sex, Blank Period (Naruto), Confessions, Idiots in Love, Not Beta Read, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Emotional Sex, Eventual Fluff, Fluff and Smut, they’re both crazy about each other but thats not new, Poetic, Italicized Oh Moment, cannibalism as a metaphor for love, trust me it works and its SO good, consent is sexy !!!, lowkey vampire sasuke vibes
Summary: Sasuke tries to bite softly, he’s not going to eat him, maybe get a taste. Perhaps it’s stupid, but he wants to make sure, so he does. He opens his mouth, tongue touching the skin. His body shudders, and Naruto tastes warm, like skin or flesh; he tastes alive.
“A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.”
AKA, The tender, fluffy, first-time, cannibalism (imagery), smut NaruSasu AU. [EDITED.]”
❤️Thx all u amazing authors u make me feel like this❤️
#naruto#naruto fic rec#naruto fic#sns#narusasu#sasunaru#sasunaru fic#a03 author#a03 writer#a03 fanfic#a03 link#a03 fic#read on a03#smut#narusasu smut#my fic recs#lifeafterartsch00l fic recs
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I know you said that Levi and Petra won't interact for another few chapters but will we ever get a know of Petra's thought process during all of this .. I feel like we mainly ever dive into Levi's thoughts with regards to their relationship so I would like to see some light shed on our sunshine girl ..
ALSO KUCHEL IS ALIVEEEE ??!?!!?
On another note I feel like Sabrina Carpenter's song Nonsense kinda reminds me of How to Be Petra 🥹 ..
(hello! i didn't mean for my response to be so long, but you know i love to ramble 🤭 please forgive me).
trust me, we will definitely get to know petra's thoughts about what's going on!! as much as levi and mikasa are the protagonists in HTB, petra wouldn't be as multi-faceted or even much of a solid love interest if we didn't shine the light on her too. i love her just as much as you guys and i love writing her!! there's a scene in the next chapter about her which was originally going to be in a previous one, but i wanted the audience to find out petra was sick the same time that levi did. i recall a few comments asking for more of nifa too and that was already coming, so i'm glad i can deliver!! she's also an integral part to this situation rivetra have found themselves in, maybe not as integral as erwin, but she's petra's best friend - her hands are definitely in the mix here. (side note: i don't have much of an idea of what i want to happen yet, but in the future i really want to give petra her own arc that's separate from levi. being the powerful and unique woman she is, i'd love to write something that doesn't link her directly to her a relationship/love interest/etc. maybe a little backstory arc? i'm sure i'll figure something out, but at this point i'm very much open to ideas!)
i want to leave questions about kuchel unanswered at this point, only because once we get past this current "filler" arc, we'll have a massive spotlight shone back onto levi and his relationship with his mother. it's truly going to be one of the most depressing things i've written (as if i haven't already put you guys through enough 😅😅) and i've already made vague hints towards how it affects levi, but with that storyline we will get even MORE of an insight into why he is the way he is. (though i do wonder, as you're not the only one to ask if she's alive, what's given you guys the feeling she isn't? 👀)
i know everyone's kind of shocked with how intense levi's self-loathing/sabotage is in my story, especially because as he takes steps (or should i say, as he's blatantly scolded by the people he loves lol) to become a more forgiving person of himself, he falls back into defence mode and beats himself up for being "softer." he just can't seem to evolve without holding himself back and trauma will inexplicably do that to someone, and as you'll come to see in this next arc, levi knows allllll about traumatic events.
(ALSO PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I'M NOT A SABRINA CARPENTER FAN AT ALL 😭😭 but i did read the lyrics though and i can somewhat agree it can sound like HTB rivetra 😅)
until next time!!
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General notes;
Pairing; Lancewain; Lancelot - The Weeping Monk x Gawain - The Green Knight
Fandom; Cursed (Netflix), Cursed (Book)
General TWs; Whump, Graphic depictions of violence, religious trauma, childhood trauma, torture, near death, severe injuries, mentions of self harm, chronic pain. (Chapter Specific TWs on every chapter.)
General Tags; slowburn, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, whump, medieval, arthuriana inspired, polyamoury
Summary; They were once the fiercest of enemies. Gawain - The Green Knight; protector of all Feykind, steadfast defender of the innocent. Lancelot - The Weeping Monk; the Church's finest blade, remorseless scourger of the Fey. Now they find themselves crippled by their experiences, both unwilling allies and owing each other a debt... This, the story of reinvention, forgiveness and found love as the future of the Fey hangs in the balance.
Tagged as; "HTB Chapters" "HTB Lancewain" (all content including snippets, lore, tag games etc)
Ao3 Link;
Progress;
Part 1; The Heathlands - In Progress
Part 2; Trial of Ten Thousand - Upcoming
Summary; Gravely injured in his battle against the Trinity Guard, The Weeping Monk vows to repay the kindness of The Green Knight and the bravery of the young boy who saved him. He steadfastedly aims to return them both to safety before he succumbs to his wounds, but time is running out... The Green Knight, marked by strange magics that have dragged him from the brink of death and crippled by a shattered spine, discovers there's more than meets the eye of his unlikely saviour... Squirrel is, quite frankly, not entirely sure either man he's stuck travelling with is entirely sane.
Progress; 1.5/??
Chapter 1; "Horizons into Battlegrounds"
Chapter 2; "Open Air" [Preview here]
Chapter 3; "Under the Oak Tree"
Chapter 4; "Born in the Dawn"
Chapter 5; "Making Plans"
Chapter 6; TBC
Chapter 7; TBC
Chapter 8; TBC
Chapter 9; TBC
Chapter 10; TBC
Chapter 11; TBC
Chapter 12; TBC
Chapter 13; TBC
UPCOMING;
Taglist;
@holy3cake @violetastrid @gwalch-mei @beginning-writer
DM/comment/ask to be added or removed from the taglist!
#whump#lancelot#the weeping monk#cursed netflix#lancewain#gawain#cursed#gawain cursed#the green knight#lancelot/gawain#lancelot x gawain#the weeping monk whump#the weeping monk x the green knight#weeping monk x green knight#whump writer#whump writing#masterlist#writing masterlist#arthuriana inspired#HTB Lancewain#Horizons to Battlegrounds#HTB Chapters
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HTB - Ch.02 - Part 2
CHAPTER 2 COVER - << Previous - Next >>
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OMG I need to doodle some HtB stuff
School now has me forgetting about my silly guy
Also just politely stating I can't read HtB anymore for the content warnings since I just couldn't stomach the newest chapter so rip but I keep up with what happens in the au on Tumblr ;v;
But anygays HtB Alt Cesar drawing!
The reason the d looks wonky is my headphones gave me a scare just making the noise they make when they're about to die lmao
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whoopsie..
htb Mark gets some happiness
and htb Six learns to be weirdly 'parental'
I'm sure that has no plot relevance
:)
HE IS PATIENTLY WAITING FOR THE BAT TO HIT HIMMMM
ALSO DONT :) ME!!!!!! /lh I know what you are capable of....
#prev tags#weird juice box he got there!!!!!!#ALSO I AM SO TERRIFIED OF THE CHAPTER BUT SOOOOO EXCITED#you make me feel all those emotions (in a good way)#the poor little meow meow...#htb mark#hail true body au#my art
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HTB CHAPTER 3 IS OUT WOOHOOO🗣️🗣️
Here’s some goofy deer art from a week ago lolololz
@mustangs-flames
CONTENT WARNING
Gore, body/animal horror, unsettling stuff, you know, really graphic stuff.
Seriously, it’s not light haha.
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What a silly guy! Might be a bittttt inaccurate but nahhhh.🤫 (This was actually pictured when reading the scene that traumatized Cian, not the Ces and Mark one.)
I’m so so so so so so normal about htb yep yep yep
#cw: gore#cw blood#the deer doesn’t bleed but I felt like adding that just for show#cw body horror#drawing#traditional drawing#fanart#hail true body#htb the deer#Hope gore is allowed on tumblr#I’ll take this down if someone says so though#I drew this in class….had to be very sneaky
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HTB: Ch01 - Part 1
♪ - Insert Theme Song Here
CHAPTER 1 COVER - Next >>
It's here! The beginning of the fancomic that I've been making for a few months now. I started planning this thing almost a year ago, and I am so excited to finally be sharing it. I'll make a proper dedicated side-blog for it later. Next couple pages drop in a week :)
Edit: Updated Navigation tools. Also, there is a side-blog now @heretherebeturtles-comic
#♪ - [teenage mutant ninja turtles! *guitar riff*]#tmnt fancomic#comics#HTB - tmnt - fancomic#rottmnt#tmnt#i'm not going to tag the other series until they actually show up#happy birthday to me. posting this as a little gift to myself :)
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